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Trey Songz I Gotta Make It

gotta make it, alright, just gotta make it Just gotta make it, alright, just gotta make it Oh no, oh no Just gotta make it, alright, just gotta make

'Cause I'ma tell you what he thinking, uh, huh, huh It's 8:30, I know my baby kinda worried I said, I'd be there, said, I'd make it in a hurry But I

make me cry But now I'm tryin' to wipe my eyes from hatin' love Now it ain't even worth my time Love ain't s'pposed to feel like I'm losin' my mind

it on We can turn the bed into a stage and then perform Your body's gettin' hot, girl, I could feel it's warm I'll show you what I'll do If I could be

[Piano playing] Say there sexy lady Wont you come my way I wanna touch you I just wanna love you Wont you be my baby Only for tonight I'll understand

me woman but there's somethin' on my mind And I gotta get it off my chest, baby girl, I must confess And I'm tryin' to say it with finesse And it won

it up like ooo, it's like rolling one up Real girls getting down and you throwing it up It's like getting your girl in the V.I.P. First time with a fake I

efforts needed It's like pouring water on the ground thats seeded And you know it happens all the time So I need to ask this question Why, oh, why is it

I can cut tonight, I can cut tonight It ain't a problem We don't need any room, baby And what make it special It just as soft and round I gotta let you